This is the kitchen sink in which Stompy and Leo and Bunny and a lot of Claudia's dolls' clothes are taking a bath in the hopes of rendering them less depressing and clean and bright enough to be handed on to the next generation --who probably don't want them. Oh well, I can't possibly just chuck them out. Even after spending five years in a basement, they retain a certain charm.
The basement is full of all sorts of other things too. Every diary I ever wrote from the age of 13 --too cringe-making even for me to read. Family memoir with lots of facts wrong --probably.
The dolls, undressed and wrapped now in dryer sheets, look blank and bereft. I put the old 'antique' filter on them.
I have a most eccentric friend who goes to tag sales and buys up boxes of old photos of other people's relatives who then get displayed in her hall.
Clearing out stuff is such a complicated thing -- one has endlessly to weigh the sentimental value against the dire twin diseases of hoarding and clutter. And the things we hold on to, not because we want to but because someone else would be hurt if we didn't......
Two possible solutions would be to send for American Pickers and trade this junk in for moolah, or else for everyone to acquire a vast storage locker and deposit all their stuff into it.
Anyway, a very vexed question altogether and mildly depressing.
Well, it has turned very cold indeed. The sun shines but it does not warm at all.
But it's beginning to feel rather festive round here.
I got the little angels out of their box this afternoon. And the red troll left over from ages ago.
And the pink-faced Santa who comes detached from his cardboard legs. I think the musicians have been around from the 40's of the last century.
The camel is one of my favorites.
tea, instead of going next door to watch television, Jane and Ian decorated
their Christmas tree which was almost as tall as the one Jane’s father had
bought for the church. All the ornaments were old. Some of them had bits of
paint peeling off the glass and there were two plastic bells, one blue and one
red, which made a sort of rattling, ringing sound if you shook them hard
enough. When all the ornaments were on, Jane and Ian flung tinsel onto the
tree.The tinsel looked like
A young man of our acquaintance is having a birthday party this afternoon and we are invited. Yesterday we set out in search of a present.
The thought of a vast emporium like Toys r Us was too daunting, so we went to a very small shop instead and bought Gordon, a blue engine, from Thomas the Tank Engine. On the way home we bought a real flashlight.
I like quirky, handmade, boring good taste stuff, though I'm not sure children always do.